What’s a blog? I’m so out of practice. What day is it? Month? Year? Everything’s a blur. I’ve forgotten what it means to write. To have things to say.
But the fact that my computer even started (it was threatening to not) is a sign that I need to remember. Soooo….the last two weeks of my life can be summed up as follows:
A Series of Triumphs and Sorrows.
Triumph: My mother officially completed her thesis. Now all she has to do is defend the sucker. A triumph for the whole family. And yes, a thesis is definitely a sucker, even if its subject matter is a very eloquent and complex poet. Ask any PhD.
Sorrowful retort: Our mortgage application was rejected. Yes, Simon and I had dreamed ourselves into a sweet little house within walking distance to sweet little coffee shops only to be cruelly spurned. Back to the basement we go.
Triumph: Elsie said ‘you’re welcome’ clear as day. My child is brilliant and oh so fun. How can one be sorrowful with such a gift jumping on my bed making funny voices through ‘Genry’ the Gorilla puppet? Impossible.
But then…
Sorrowful retort: I gave up coffee. I am now on day seven and frantically searching for a substitution to my addiction.
Triumph: The sun came out.
Sorrowful retort: All my bad encounters with humanity of late, leaving me disillusioned and weary. Getting more specific would only bore. What gives? Why doesn’t everyone think and act in ways that give me joy? C’mon.
Triumph: Simon got a new hair cut: a mini mohawk. Pictures to come. AND I dig it. Is all.
How was your February?
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I needed something streamlined. (I’m talking about the hair.)
like your hair too! but then again, i am partial to faux/mohawks.
February has been an exceptionally sucky month but your blog has given me some perspective – I want to use your word “triumph” as I look back on it…starting now. Thanks sister.
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